Here in Fayetteville, yesterday reached 71 degrees, but the rain and gloom was rather horrendous; today we're having a beautiful day,
just about eleven degrees colder. I think it's likely that there's a good chance that wherever
you might be,
it feels rather like a winter day today.

Lost Words from our childhood: Words gone
as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really!

The other day a not so elderly (65) (I say 75) lady said something to
her son about driving a Jalopy and he looked at her quizzically and said
"What the heck is a Jalopy?"

He never heard of the word jalopy!! She knew she was old.... but not
that old. Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and
chuckle.

About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become
obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases
included "Don't touch that dial," "Carbon copy," "You sound like a
broken record" and "Hung out to dry".

Back in the olden days we had a lot of 'moxie.' We'd put on our best
'bib and tucker' to' straighten up and fly right'.

Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!

We were 'in like Flynn' and 'living the life of Riley'', and even a
regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a
pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time
anything was swell?

We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can
say,” Well,I'll be a monkey's uncle!' Or, This is a 'fine kettle of
fish'! We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed
omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our
tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind

We blink, and they're gone.

Where have all those great phrases gone?

Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It's your nickel. Don't
forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well,
Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't
take any wooden nickels.

Wake up and smell the roses.

It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than
Carter has liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! ("Carter's Little
Liver Pills" are gone too!)

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a
child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at
the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering
there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once
strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more,
except in our collective memory.

http://idealdelusions.blogspot.com/2012/03/raspberry-sherbet.html?m=0
- Doris' Raspberry Sherbet Round Ripple Afghan- "Deliciously fun, the Raspberry Sherbet Round Ripple will have you
grinning from ear to ear. Round crochet afghans look terrific and this
pattern is for those already familiar with the round ripple technique.
This pattern also teaches you how to crochet a flower and add it to the
afghan. Make this ripple pattern for Valentine's day or for a girl's
room."

BONUS
WINTER DAY KNIT PATTERNS:

61 Free Knitting Patterns for the Season - "When the weather outside
is frightful, who says you can’t make knits that are absolutely
delightful? If you haven’t already, it’s time to put away the
lightweight yarns and exchange them for the chunkier ones..."

A dog walked into a
butcher shop and the butcher asked, “What do you
want?”

The dog pointed to steak in
a glass case. “How many pounds?”

The dog barked twice.

“Anything else?”

The dog pointed to some
pork chops and barks four times.

So the butcher wrapped up a two-pound steak and four
pork chops, and placed the bag in the dog’s mouth.
He then took money from a purse tied around the
dog’s neck, and saw him out.

A customer, who had been
watching in amazement, followed the dog to a house
several blocks away, where it rang the doorbell to
be let in. As the owner appeared at the door, the
customer exclaimed, “What a remarkable dog!”

“Remarkable?” snorted the owner. “This is the second
time this week he’s forgotten his keys.”

2. Wednesday, March 14, 2018 -The NNHS Class of June 1942
meets at noon on the second Wednesday of every other month
for a Dutch treat lunch at the James River Country Club,
1500 Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or take a few
years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and
atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for
reservations.

Time, time, time, see what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say, but if your hope should pass away
It's simply pretend
That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life

Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime

Look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...